Just a fanfiction about Kaan Urgancioglu X Reader Y/N having an office romance. A romance in which Kaan is your boss, who quickly takes a liking to you. However, that liking turns to love, which in turn becomes a yandere obsession.
The following morning, I wake up to find myself alone in Kaan's bed. Tears begin to form as I remember last night's events. As I get out of the bed, pain radiates down my spine. After a while, it subsides enough for me to get into the bathroom. I am filled with disgust when I look at my reflection in the mirror. Now crying uncontrollably, I fumble through the drawers until I find a razor. Without even thinking twice, I begin to run it across my wrists in quick intervals. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom burst open and Kaan pushes me against the wall. The impact of my arms hitting the wall causes me to drop the razor onto the floor. With all my might, I begin to fight against Kaan and continue to yell, "Let go of me!" Eventually, he lets go of my wrists and embraces me. My tears continue to fall as I fist his back. "I'm sorry Y/N. I really am. I was out of line. What I did to you was wrong," I hear Kaan tell me. His words cause me to cry even harder. I push myself away from him and slap his face. "You crude and inhuman jerk," I yell, before beginning to punch at his chest again. The sting from my razor cuts begins to burn and I look down at my inflamed right wrist. Kaan turns towards the lavatory and takes out a first aid kit from one of the cabinets. As he reaches for my wrist, I step back and state firmly, "No! Don't you dare touch me." "Someone has to wrap it for you. You can't do it yourself," he replies calmly. I look down at my cuts, then back up at him. "I'll manage fine on my own. Now leave me alone," I say. Begrudgingly, he leaves the bathroom and bedroom. It takes a while, but I eventually manage to wrap and tie the bandage all on my own. After going back to my bedroom and dressing up in some sweats, I go downstairs to find Kaan gone and an elderly lady cooking in the kitchen. Rolling the sleeve of my sweatshirt down my arms, I walk slowly into the kitchen and announce my presence. The lady is slightly startled but relaxes when she sees me. "Hello ma'am. Mr. Urgancıoğlu left work already. He asked me to take care of you while he is gone. By the way, my name is Palma, I'm Mr. Urgancıoğlu's housekeeper," she says softly, with a smile. Her warmness makes me feel happy for the first time since I moved into this cold house. I smile back at her and introduce myself, "My name is Y/N." Ms. Palma's eyes soften and she replies, "Ohhhh, that is such a beautiful name." I blush slightly from her compliment and thank her. Suddenly, the bandage from around my wrist comes undone. Shock comes over Ms. Palma as she rushes over to make sure I am ok. I try to keep her from pulling my sleeve up, but she insists on seeing what is wrong. Her eyes widen when she sees the swollen, red scratches. "How did you get these scratches?", she asks with worry. I lower my head in shame as I tell her that I just scratched myself. She looks at me incredulously. However, she decides to not push the conversation forward, and just leads me to the table. After I am seated, she gets a new bandage and some Neosporin. With her wrinkly, yet soft and gentle hands, she carefully spreads the Neosporin over my scratches. Once my wrist is rebandaged, I sit quietly in shame. Ms. Palma attempts to cheer me up, but to no avail. Suddenly, I hear Ollie bark. Joy overcomes me, and I rush to the back of the house. The minute he sees me, his tail wags with excitement. His adorableness causes me to giggle. I open the door fully and motion for him to follow me. As he rushes to catch up to me, his claws click-clack against the hard wood flooring. Hearing the sound, Ms. Palma rushes around the corner and tells me, "Mr. Urgancıoğlu doesn't allow the dog to run freely inside the house." "What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Right?", I reply with a wink. She smiles and turns around while saying, "I saw nothing Miss Y/N."
Mr. Urgancıoğlu
"Ms. Palma," I call out into the house. After waiting for a while, I hear no response. As I make my way into the kitchen, the smell of rosemary hits my nose. Anger comes over me and I once again yell for Ms. Palma. Suddenly, I hear laughing and yelps coming from the backyard. With quick strides, I head over there. Once I arrive, I see Ollie chasing Y/N, while Ms. Palma laughs at them. My anger subsides for a brief moment as I watch Y/N laugh and smile for the first time in ages. Hopefully, one day I can gain her trust back and she will learn to love me again. After a while longer of watching them, I shout, "Ms. Palma." She immediately stops laughing and walks quickly up to me. With a slight nod, she asks what she may do for me. "What is the meaning of the rosemary smell in the kitchen?", I ask sternly. A shocked expression comes over Ms. Palma and she begins apologizing. Y/N rushes over to us and looks between Ms. Palma and I. Seeing Ms. Palma's distressed state, she glares at me. "What did you say to her? Hu?", Y/N asks angerly. This only heightens my own frustration, and I try my best to not lose control of my emotions.
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Out of nowhere, Ollie jumps on me. After pushing him off, I look back at Y/N and reply, "The dog is not allowed out of his room." Y/N snickers and retorts, "That's what you're mad at Ms. Palma for? A dog getting the fresh air and exercise he needs? Besides, it was my idea to let him out. So, if you're going to yell at someone, yell at me." My hands bawl up into fists as I look intensely into Y/N's eyes. She combats my glare with one of her own. Her eyes hold no emotion but anger and hate. Is this how she feels about me? I push the thought to the back of my head and clear my throat. "Just get the smell out of the house," I say, directing my message to Ms. Palma, even thought my eyes are still sparring with Y/N's. With that, I walk back into the house and directly into my office.
